At this moment, Dugu Yan's mind had completely calmed down.
She had a sudden realization.
No wonder Grandpa was so eager for me to transfer schools.
No wonder Grandpa tried to subtly suggest that he and Dongfang Jing get together...
Given this background and this level of strength.
The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan is nothing!
etc!
Dugu Yan's thoughts suddenly stopped.
She suddenly realized what she had been thinking.
Because Dongfang Jing has a powerful background, people think he is better than Yu Tianheng?
How is this any different from Yu Tianheng pursuing me for the sake of the sect's interests?
How could I have such a thought?
Dugu Yan was startled by her own thoughts.
She clearly... she clearly hasn't broken up with Tianheng yet...
How did you start subconsciously comparing Yu Tianheng to other men?
A strange emotion welled up inside me.
A bittersweet feeling, a sense of bewilderment, and a touch of relief.
Dugu Yan stared blankly at the gate of Zixing Academy outside the car window.
A self-deprecating smile slowly curved her lips.
turn out to be...
Deep down, she had already decided to break up with Tianheng...
...
On the path in front of the villa on the hill behind the academy.
Dongfang Jing was walking slowly.
If he were still in the car right now and knew what Dugu Yan was thinking, he would definitely have mentally complained.
Women are such pathetic and terrifying creatures!
Did she decide to abandon her boyfriend of several years just because of a few words or speculations from others?
This kind of affection is really cheap.
However, despite the complaints, Dongfang Jing will not comment further, nor will she feel any remorse.
Dugu Yan was already his teammate, and as the captain, it was only his duty to give reasonable advice when his teammate was confused.
As for what Yu Tianheng thinks?
Does Dongfang Jing need to explain his actions to that guy with ulterior motives?
Does he deserve it?
'But speaking of which, how about dating?'
Dongfang Jing sighed inwardly.
With his own abilities, he can't even handle the woman he likes, yet he's giving advice to others?
Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at Brigitte walking beside him.
How could a disciple fall in love with his master?
At first, Dongfang Jing himself felt that he was being utterly rebellious.
But the longer they spent together, the more they understood Brigitte, and the deeper their feelings for her became, the more this moral constraint disappeared completely.
Dongfang Jing is also a human being, with emotions and desires.
Having never been in a relationship, he also longs for a sweet and fulfilling love.
The good news is that during the five years he lived in the Star Dou Great Forest, he and Brigitte grew very close and developed a deep affection for each other.
The bad news is that despite numerous tricks and exhausting all their options, they haven't been able to bring the two sides any closer.
In fact, Dongfang Jing also vaguely felt that Biji did not dislike him.
There's even... a sense of liking it.
But... just like now...
Dongfang Jing's gaze moved downwards, landing on Bi Ji's slender hand swaying beside her.
However, just as he was about to take her hand,
Brigitte, however, raised her hand very naturally, brushed a strand of long green hair behind her ear, and then straightened her wrinkle-free dress. Her fingers were fiddling here and there, she just couldn't stay still.
Dongfang Jing felt a bitter taste in his mouth and withdrew his restless hand.
Look, just like now.
Master must have discovered my little trick.
But if she disliked it, she could have spoken up and reprimanded him sternly.
However, Brigitte never treated Dongfang Jing harshly and was always very tolerant of him.
Dongfang Jing, lacking experience, dared not take advantage of this tolerance too much, fearing it would damage their relationship and create an awkward situation.
Therefore, he always flirts with the edge.
Dongfang Jing sighed inwardly again.
However, at this moment, Xue Di, who was on the other side of him, gave the boy a strange look.
Then, she took the initiative to extend her soft hand and hold the boy's right hand.
Dongfang Jing was stunned, completely bewildered.
"Sister Xue'er?"
"Isn't that what you were thinking just now?" Xue Di tilted her head in confusion.
She simply wanted to fulfill her younger brother's small wish.
Is there anything wrong with a sister and brother holding hands?
Dongfang Jing was at a loss for words.
Sister Xue'er's hands felt cool and soft, yet smooth.
Holding her hand in the sweltering summer would be incredibly comfortable.
Seeing this, Wang Qiu'er, who was standing on the outermost edge, was extremely envious.
She forcefully stepped between Dongfang Jing and Biji, and after a slight hesitation, decisively grasped the boy's empty left hand.
What Wang Qiu'er wanted to experience was the ambiguous feeling that had arisen between her and the other person at the hotel.
However, a strange question from Dongfang Jing rang in his ears.
"Qiu'er, what are you doing?"
Huh?
Where is the ambiguity I'm looking for?
When Wang Qiu'er looked up, she saw that Dongfang Jing's clear purple eyes held nothing but confusion.
That look seemed to say—
Dude, what are you doing?
Wang Qiu'er was immediately enraged, and unconsciously increased the pressure on her hand.
Dongfang Jing immediately put on the mask of pain, feeling as if the bones in his left hand were about to be crushed.
Fortunately, they had already reached the front of the villa.
Despite the pain, Dongfang Jing quickly said, "We're home! We're home! Let go of me!"
"snort!"
Wang Qiu'er angrily flung her hand away and swaggered into the villa.
Xue Di also let go of her hand and said, "I'm going to find Bing'er to see if she's caused any trouble."
Seeing that the two had entered the villa, Dongfang Jing looked down at his left hand, which had been pinched red by Wang Qiu'er, and stood there, wondering if he had done something wrong.
Suddenly, a pair of familiar jade hands appeared before him, gently grasping his swollen hand and kneading and massaging it.
A soft green light enveloped their hands.
Brigitte asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
Since they've already received a healing soul skill, of course they can't feel any pain anymore.
Dongfang Jing nodded: "It hurts."
Upon hearing this, Brigitte smiled helplessly.
His smile was full of doting affection.
She didn't let go and continued to massage Dongfang Jing's hands.
At this very moment, the ambiguity that Wang Qiu'er wanted has finally arrived.
Perhaps sensing the slightly awkward atmosphere, Brigitte inexplicably asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Mmm, it feels very comfortable, I like it very much."
Brigitte lowered her eyes and muttered softly, "You...you were trying to lay a hand on me again, weren't you? You can't..."
Dongfang Jing asked, somewhat aggrieved, "Then what about now?"
"I am your master. This is out of concern for your disciple. Your hand hurts, so I'm treating you. It doesn't count."
All right.
I guess I'll just have to put up with Master's unreasonable behavior.
However,
Just as the master and apprentice were immersed in this brief moment of warmth.
Dongfang Yao, Ye Lingling, and Dugu Yan, the three women behind them, also came over.
Dongfang Yao saw her brother and sister Biji standing at the door from afar, so she ran over, wanting to scare them.
However, as Dongfang Yao got closer, she gradually stopped.
Her pupils contracted sharply as she witnessed an appalling scene.
Why is my brother holding hands with his master?
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